Within the bright and early morning, not a cloud to be seen; Senyo stood with both hands behind his back, gazing out of his penthouse window. He began to speak to his butler standing behind him near his desk.
“Varisqat,” asked Senyo.
“Yes, my lord?” answered Varisqat in an old and harsh voice.
“Check the security cams, if you would be so kind,” said Senyo.
“But sir, you had me check only but 13 minutes ago,” exclaimed Varisqat with a confounded look upon his face.
“Just do it,” replied Senyo, waving his left hand away. “I need to find some mischief going on so I won’t go mad with boredom.”
“As you wish, my lord,” replied Varisqat as he reached for a remote control on the desk surface and pressed the power button.
A thin television screen emerged from the glass and lowered to the height of Senyo’s sightseeing glare.
Senyo walked to the right to continue his trance-like affiliation with the view. He pulled a carton of cigarettes labeled “Griffin” from his suit pocket and took one to his mouth, ready to be lit with a silver lighter in his left hand. The screen showcases the going-ons among the main labs. Kojin and Shella both handle large canisters of the black ooze and feed them into a pod. The pods –numbering in the dozens- line the walls of this white containment room. Then it shifts to the research department; a group of scientists stand near a whiteboard talking among themselves, while Dr. Neko works her seductive magic on a timid intern. He puffed on his smoke for only a brief moment until he decided to turn around and start for the elevator door.
“May I ask where you’re going sir?” asked Varisqat.
Senyo turned around with a smirk on his face, still keeping his pace, then replied.
“Nowhere in particular; I’m just bored.”
As he enters the elevator, he speaks as the doors shut.
“Tell Jake I won’t be long.”
We find Senyo as he stands outside and continues to smoke in front of the towering skyscraper that is the Genshika Inc. building. If the sun were not directly upward, he –and much of the east wing roads- would be shrouded in a giant shadow. He muttered to himself while messing with his ooze vial, sounding very pleased with the fresh air.
“Maybe all I needed was some sunshine. Yeah. That’s it. Hmm… but I still can’t shake this lull feeling of boredom.”
He throws the cigarette to the ground and puts it out with his right foot. As well, he sarcastically spoke aloud.
“Welp. What do you got for me, Crygor?!”
Suddenly, loud crashing and crowd panic could be heard not too far from Senyo. He looks to the direction of the sounds with confused unnerve.
+”Oh my. I was kidding..”+
“You there. Big, tall, and bulky. What’s with the look?” asked Gyone to Dimm as he passed by and stood still.
Dimm looked as though he were lost in his own head. That is until Gyone began to wave his hand in front of his face.
“Yoohoo. Anybody in there? I asked you a question.”
“Hu-huh?” slurred Dimm, breaking away from his state of mind. “Oh! Apologies, I get so distracted sometimes.”
“Uh huh.. Right,” replied Gyone, unconvinced of his explanation.
Both stared at one another for a brief period of awkward silence. Dimm spoke up, hoping to at least get a good conversation out of the ordeal.
“So uhm.. where are you headed?” asked Dimm.
At this point, Gyone began to walk forward again as he replied.
“It’s none of your damn business.”
“Wait a minute!” exclaimed Dimm, blocking Gyone’s path with his hand. “You can’t sell that, especially not to a damn pawn shop.”
Gyone looked to Dimm as if he were some sort of crazy with a dumbfounded look on his face. His look turned to anger as he stepped closer, fists clenched.
“Who are you?” asked Gyone.
“Uh I’m nobody, honest!” hastily replied Dimm, attempting to calm him down. As he did, Gyone began to undo the bag’s zipper.
“I won’t ask again” said Gyone as he pulled the scythe from the bag and brandished it. “Who. Are. You?!”
His stance was untrained and noticeably sloppy, but it was clear that Gyone was determined to make this weapon his own. Dimm reacts swiftly and pulls from its sheath his own blade. Only one end was sharpened while the other remained intentionally dull. The sharp end slants downward, presumably for swift cuts and quick swaps in either direction; for the weapon itself was rather lightweight. Dimm looks to him with challenging eyes.
“Alright, my friend. If that’s the way you want to go with this, then I’ll have no choice but to strike you down in honorable combat.”
Gyone scoffs as he responds to this remark.
“Honorable huh? A little, nosy spy such as yourself has a twisted outlook on the meaning of “honor.”
Dimm lets out a slight growl upon hearing such disrespect. He smiles, chucking a little even, then replied.
“Fine then. But don’t expect just a simple spar.. Gyone Irensho.”
As you could imagine, this was the fuse hitting its core. They lunge at each other like mortal enemies; years in the making, it seems. The first strikes occurs between the two blades, emitting a spark and the ringing sound of clashing steel. Following suit with a wave of slashes and dodges, the two test the waters of each other’s flow of death. Gyone faulters finally and is just barely able to catch Dimm’s sword within the two blades. It’s obvious Dimm’s pure brawn could easily smash Gyone alone as he struggles to keep himself from taking a knee.
“About to break, are we?” mocks Dimm, confident smirk prominent on his face. “Maybe this is the time to forfeit and go about your way, hmm?”
Gyone chuckles to himself and retorts. A crowd begins to form around the two. Most are scared, a fair few seemed excited, and some are even taking bets. The small amounts of vehicle traffic there is even halts for this event.
“Funny how you think this is over so fast. Do you have any idea who I am? What you won’t find on your intel or scanners?”
He releases the grip, throwing himself into a sweep kick. The kick connected and threw Dimm to his knees, only catching himself with the blade’s weight. Gyone finishes his rebuttal, standing himself up from a kneel.
“I’m the one that takes scum like you down.”
“The hell you are!” shouted Dimm, charging Gyone; sword forward and eyes looking for blood.
The clash begins yet again, but not nearly as long. As Gyone swings for an opening, he himself did not realize they he left himself vulnerable. Dimm jabs Gyone in the gut as he nearly swings and effectively disarms the scythe from his untrained grip. It flies a fair distance away, nearly hitting a closeby bystander.
“You’re mine now, you son of a-“ said Dimm as he attempts to plunge his blade straight through Gyone. Suddenly, Gyone shifts to the side at an unbelievable speed. “Huh?!”
“Hmm. Amateur,” mutters Gyone to himself.
No words were needed. Dimm wasn’t going to let him live, that was clear. He began to slice frantically each and every direction at Gyone. He moved like the wind, dodging each rage-fueled slash with fluid motion. There was no possible way for Dimm to keep up with Gyone’s agile acrobatics. One last lunge saw Gyone taking advantage to show off. He finishes off with a back step, then a backflip straight to the area where his scythe lay. He reaches for his weapon from the concrete sidewalk and picks it up, lazily slumping it on his shoulder. Gyone thinks to himself as Dimm stormed closer.
“This thing’s weight is awkward, yikes! If only I had time to train with this thing before picking a fight with some bulky freak.”
He looks from side to side as he took his stance once more, obviously experimented with on the spot. They meet in combat once again, this time with both of their attributes being strained to counter one another. This motion shifting led them through the streets to sidewalks and even some broken signs and store windows. Dimm thinks to himself in the heat of action.
“The guy’s fast, I’ll give him that. But I think I’ve got him figured out now..”
Dimm begins to swing for a lunge. Naturally, Gyone takes his move to dodge, just as Dimm wanted. He retracts his sword, then throws a punch with the other hand; on the point dead-on to hit Gyone in the nose. The force sends him flying into a pile of crates and palettes, but definitely not incapacitating him.
Gyone picks himself up to a kneel, glaring at Dimm with a look of an animal.
“That’s it!” shouted Gyone. He lunged at Dimm with velocity, landing a strike with the scythe across his left arm. Dimm grunted and held in a cry of pain, but he quickly retorted with a flurry of sword strikes. With waters felt and adapted, both throw all they have at each other; Gyone with movement and agility, and Dimm with brute strength and uncanny foresight. The fight moves into a cramped alleyway space full of strewn garbage, boxes, and window cills.
After many deflected sword blows, dodges, and jabs; both remain intact. They leave the alley and end up on a crowded street, prompting many to flee as they crash through like a tornado of destruction. Gyone –noticeably exhausted and on the defensive- scans his immediate area for a quick escape. Suddenly, they both hear a voice of authority.
“Freeze! Crygor Guard!” shouted one guard within a group of three running towards them from the other side of the street, batons at the ready.
Dimm halts his advance and stands silent with a glare.
“Oh fuck me..” utters Dimm to himself. “Now look what you started, you short-fused asshole!”
“What I started?!” retorted Gyone, enraged. “If somebody hadn’t been poking their nose around where it shouldn’t be, I wouldn’t have had to get violent!”
Gyone picks up on the fluctuation of air, as if a car is coming from his left. With none too many options, Gyone takes a leap of faith backwards. To this, Dimm slashes and connects with Gyone’s left leg, leaving a large, open cut on his pants. Gyone clenches his leg mid-jump as a black van passes by and he just barely lands onto the vehicle. The wind kicked up and unhoods Dimm, showcasing his markings and all. The guards didn’t need long to put it together. The leader of the group puts his baton to his side and pulls his pistol, shouting with an aim right to his head.
“Anubian spy! Shoot ‘em dead!”
Dimm bolts backward, hastily hooding himself again while heading into the alleyway once more in a sprint. He pulls a radio from his cloak and starts a transmission with his getaway party.
“Boren, come in! We’ve got a big problem. I need a distraction fast!”
A response came near immediate as he responded in a shocked fashion.
“No need to explain man. We’re on our way!” ending the transmission prematurely.
Dimm looks to his radio, aggravated that he didn’t bother to hear where his location was. He’s on the run, and who knows what will come from this chase.
Gyone, clenching on for dear life while attempting to control the bleeding from his wound, loses his grasp onto the van and rolls off of the hood, slamming onto the sidewalk near the Genshilka Inc. with a thud. He begins to pick him up when a suited man with swept-back, short black hair; purple eyes, and a cigarette butt looked over him with a curious stare. Senyo spoke as he rubbed his hand across his chin.
+”Hmm. So you’re the troublemaker, I take it.”+